And We're Off...

Hello world,

I'd love to say that this blog was born of an absolutely, unequivocally inescapable desire to share my thoughts and views of our existence; that I have a profound and original point of view to share with all of human kind. So I will:

This blog was born of an absolutely, unequivocally inescapable desire to share my thoughts and views of our existence. I have a profound and original point of view to share with all of human kind.

And now for the truth? I'm broke, bored, and blogging is free. Not to mention it's cold enough to freeze your snot outside, and that effectively keeps me in where my giant heater silently and graciously bestows its gift of warmth. Belying its massive size, I think it could work a bit harder. Then again, maybe it's hibernating (like me) and I'm not one to judge the work of others, especially those that keep my hovel heated.

In the lazy days of muggy summer I would kill my staggering amounts of free time by discovering ancient piles of brick and marble with magnificent names such as "Castello Visconteo" or the even ancient-er "Basilica S. Pietro In Ciel D'Oro". I still find time to explore amazing buildings, but these have inviting names such as "Pizzeria Da Giulio", "Pizzeria Il Piccolo Arcobaleno", and the mysteriously unnamed "Irish Pub in Piazza Vittoria, See You In Ten Minutes, Can You Text Nora And Tell Her To Bring My Phone" . The Basilica may have frescoes of gold dating from the early 7th Century that will melt your heart and mind, but a Bailey's Coffee from the unnamed, yet aptly placed, pub is just the thing to melt the ice forming between your toes. Never underestimate the ruthlessness of Madre Natura, but know you have a weapon of your own, forged by the gods of Gilbeys of Ireland Ltd.

The bells have begun to ring their unnecessarily loud song, signaling god-knows-what to who-knows-who. They do, however, have a Pavlovian effect on me, signaling the need to begin my yoga positions in my halftub. Not out of choice do I take on these increasingly phenomenal feats of astounding balance, oh no. I accept the challenge presented me by my insanely small and awkward shower, and I leave you, so as to battle this unrelenting foe for the sake of cleansing. Take comfort in knowing, dear world, that if and when we meet again, I will be cleaner than I am right now.